The next few days things had gone back to normal, as much as it could, although when Amaryllis had some time alone, she found herself masturbating in her room or on the couch downstairs. Carter was aware of this change too, either through the camera or from the soft moans coming from her room where she thought he wouldn't be heard. All Carter could do was to lock himself in his room and try to focus on something else. He found that the more he jerked off, the more he wanted his stepmom and the more he found it difficult to control himself around her.
It also didn't help that she still cried every night and, like the first night, he had gone back and held her to sleep every night since. He also left early in the mornings so his morning arousal wouldn't be noticed by his stepmom and he was feeling the effects of losing an hour or two of sleep everyday. This wasn't sustainable, he knew, but he also knew his father was coming home in a few days and he wanted to hold and sleep with her as much as he could before he couldn’t. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Something had to change.
That opportunity came upon them the next morning, three days before his father was due to arrive. Carter was so exhausted from his lack of sleep that, despite his hard-on, he remained curled up next to his stepmom. Instead, his hand resting on Ame’s stomach had slowly made its way down, middle fingers curling in between her legs to pull her closer into him; his rapidly stiffening cock nestled perfectly between the valley of her ass and against his stomach.
Both of them slowly awoke as his fingers started pressing into her, rubbing at her clit through her sleep shorts; she started pressing back, her ass rubbed against his cock. She let out a small moan, her small hand grabbing his and pressing him into her clit harder. At first he was horrified that he had molested her in her sleep but as soon as she started grinding back against his cock and pressing his hand against her slit, he was lost.
“Ame…” He moaned into the back of her head; his fingers tucked up under the band of her shorts and panties, touching her wet slit for the first time. She responded with a moan, her hand pulling on his, encouraging him to touch her more, to play with her clit and to slip a finger into her. Emboldened, he rubbed her clit with his fingers, already slick with her juices, feeling and listening to her body respond.
“Please… please don’t stop.” That sweet voice of hers begging him, eliciting a low growl that began in his chest. This is what he had been dreaming and fantasizing of this past week. His cock grew even harder, as it leaked precum all over his boxers. With her eyes still closed, she slid her hand back towards him, feeling the stiff pole at her ass, poking her in the back, and wrapped her fingers around him through the material. He groaned, almost cumming right then as he watched her stroke him slowly.
He couldn’t take it. He had to have her right at this moment. It was too much.
He withdrew his fingers from her and tugged her bottoms off, he pulled her onto her hands and knees, admiring her beautiful, round bottom as she knelt there. Ame looked back at him lustfully, the primal part of her ruling over her sense and reason; she barely registered that it was her stepson behind her and not some fantasy stranger. A part of her knew she shouldn’t let him continue but the stronger part of her needed it. Her fingers were not enough and she needed more; she needed a real cock.
”Please. I need you.” She half whispered and half moaned as she watched him release his cock from his boxers. It was beautiful. Thick and long and the veins stood out from it prominently; she could feel herself get even more wet just looking at it. He lined up his cock with her slit, rubbing the head up and down from her clit to her ass, coating it with her wetness. He sighed blissfully as the heat of her pussy warmed his cock, resisting the urge to just take her like an animal; instead, he wanted to savor every minute and memorize how she would feel wrapped around him. This might be his one and only chance and he didn't want to squander it.
“You have no idea, Ame, how much I've wanted this.” He gasped as he slid his cock in an inch, the thick head of his cock splitting open her pussy lips. He was much thicker than the mailman, or anyone else she’d been with, and she groaned as he started to stretch her hole to accept him. This felt better than any other cock or her fingers had felt and she tried to push back, to sink him deeper into her but he held her hips in place, controlling the pace.
“Don’t move, my little slut.” He growled as he slowly, inch by agonizing inch, sank his cock into her warm, inviting tunnel. He held still a moment when his cock was finally completely buried in her, relishing how hot she was wrapped around him. He had planned to go slow at first but her moans and her hips pressing back to him released his control and he started to thrust into her hard.
“Y–yes! Fuck– fuck me! Harder! Please!” He couldn't believe this petite woman was asking for him to go harder. A part of him was afraid he’d break her, but he was also barely holding back from just taking her in the brutal way he wanted to. He tried to hold back, he wanted his first time with her to last, to be memorable but her begging undid him. That his sweet, little Ame was begging for more, released his tethers and he began hammering his cock into her, battering her cervix with every thrust as he bottomed out in her tight little cunt.
He slid his hand up her back and twisted her long silky hair around it, yanking it back with some force to lift her up against him. She gave out a small squeak and gasp at the pain but he felt her pussy clench around him; he thrusted into her hard and held her there against him.
“Harder like this, Ame? You like being my fuck toy?” He murmured low in her ear, sending a shiver coursing through her which translated into more squeezing around his cock. A rumble sounded in his chest, vibrating through her back; he leaned down and bit the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. “I’m going to ruin you, Ame. I’m going to own you, body, mind, and soul.”
“Yes, Carter. Fuck me, please.” She could barely understand what he said though the lust clouding her mind; she wasn’t even sure if he really meant it or it was just in the heat of their passion. He slid his other hand up from her hips to wrap around her throat possessively, squeezing as he used it to pull into her again. She gave a strangled cry as her air was restricted, her hands coming up to grab at his as she struggled to breathe. He felt her pussy spasm around him, sending an animalistic need through him. He growled in her ear and his hand released her hair to shift his grip to her breast, kneading it roughly before his fingers focused on her nipples; he rolled it between his fingers, pinched and tugged them until she arched her back.
“Did you like it when that mailman treated you like a filthy slut?” He whispered in her ear, biting it like he had seen in the video. He felt her body tremor and the nod of her head in affirmation after a moment’s hesitation. She couldn’t bring herself to openly say it yet, ashamed that her mind and body betrayed her this way. He smiled at her admission and thrust his hips into her once, hard, using his grip on her neck and breast to pull into her. It didn’t matter anymore that his father was coming home in a few days; he was going to have Ame again, and again. He was going to make her his, whether she wanted it or not. He knew he was going to turn her into his personal slut; he knew he was going to make her completely submit to him and his desires like he had been fantasizing since the first time he discovered her on the video.
He began to fuck her again, picking up pace and intensity as he used her like his personal cocksleeve, his own cum dump. He wanted her to know it, and he wanted her body to know it. Over and over again he rammed into her, his grip on her neck tight enough to restrict her breathing some, and his hand on her breast squeezed hard, crushing her nippled between his fingers painfully. He felt her pussy contract in pulses around his cock and, from the strangled moans coming from her, he could tell she was close.
”Don’t cum until I do, you don’t cum until your owner tells you you can.” He snarled as he slammed into her harder, his large cock stretching her cunt, like he could imprint the shape of his cock in her. Amaryllis struggled against him and against the climax threatening to knock her over like a tsunami.
“Please, Carter. Please— can I— I need—“ she gasped, unable to articulate her needs as he pushed her down on the bed, his hand on her neck holding her in place. He dropped his weight on her, forcing her into the bed as his cock dove into her as deep as possible; she swore it felt like it had burst through to her womb. Again he lifted his hips and repeated the action, hammering her cervix, the entrance to her womb until he gave one last roar and erupted in her, his cock pressed up against her cervix, the cum painting her insides. “Cum now, slut!!”
She cried out as soon as he gave permission, her body struggling beneath him throughout her climax. Her back arched, pressing her hips against his as her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice, refusing to let go until the last of his cum emptied into her. She collapsed a moment later, panting and breathing hard. Her body exhausted and weak from their fucking and her mind muddled; she didn’t know what to think about what had happened, and how her stepson has changed. Was she at fault? Did she provoke him? Did she like it? Did she want it to happen again?
Carter held his cock in her even as it began to get soft, reluctant to let it slip out of the warmth. He lay down on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows as he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, tenderly. He could feel his cum start to leak out from her pussy, dripping down her legs and onto the bed. He enjoyed the knowledge that her cunt was full of his cum today; he wouldn’t let her clean it up after either.
”Carter… what we did…” She didn’t know how to start or what she wanted to say exactly. It was wrong that they slept together like this and she knew this couldn’t continue, especially as her husband was to return in a few days. He couldn’t find out about this, about the mailman, and especially about his son.
”You’re mine, Ame. I’m serious. Fuck dad. He’s never home to take care of you.” He murmured into her shoulder, biting it gently then flicking his tongue over the same spot; he worked across both her shoulders. His touch was gentle now but she felt the dominance he wanted over her through his biting. “I’ll take care of you. I know how you need to be treated and to be used. I know what a filthy cock whore you are.”
She shook her head in denial but he could feel the shiver that ran down her spine and straight into her pussy as her body continued to betray her. It was true, after her ordeal, she wasn’t sure if she could be pleased again having regular sex with her husband anymore. She was also afraid of what he would think of her if she asked him to treat her rougher, to talk to her like she was a common whore, to say such degrading things to her. A sob echoed through her as she battled with herself, her desires and her commitment to her husband.
”Remember this feeling, Ame.” He groaned and thrust his cock into her once, though semi-hard now, he still managed to make her feel full. He smiled as she let out a moan and her hips pressed up involuntarily. He then pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back where he straddled her chest with his cock in his face, dripping with the combined juices of their climax. “Clean up your mess, pet.”
He enjoyed using that pet name for her that he heard from the mailman. It seemed to suit her and the role he wanted her to take perfectly. Especially when she obediently opened her mouth and started licking his cock, cleaning it without hesitation. He purred as he watched her little mouth and tongue working all over his cock, cleaning up all evidence of their tryst. He could feel himself get hard again in her mouth and thrust a little, causing her to gag. She tried to pull back but he grabbed her by the back of her head and held her in place as he slowly pumped himself in and out of her mouth. He made sure to press against the back of her mouth, at the entrance of her throat each time. He wasn't going to force his cock down her throat this time but he knew he would; she would be taking his full length down her throat sooner or later, and happily, too.
She stopped struggling when she realized he wasn't going to force his cock down her throat, and instead focused on pleasing him with her tongue and mouth. Although each time he bumped his cock to the back of her mouth she wanted to gag, she found the reaction became less and less strong as he continued to fuck her mouth. Enough that she started to enjoy the taste of his cock and their combined juices. She swirled her mouth around, trying to gather it all while her hand came up to cup his balls, massaging them, coaxing them to release another load.
He gathered her hair up in a knot in his hand, pulling it out the way so he could watch. She looked up at him with her doe eyes and her mouth wrapped around his cock and he groaned, feeling his cock jerk in her mouth at the sight.
“Goddamn Ame, you're so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth for a few more minutes before he felt his balls tighten. “I'm going to cum in your mouth, pet. I want you to hold my cum until I tell you to swallow.”
He held his cock with the head just in her mouth, jerking himself the rest of the way to his climax. He felt the eruption of his cum and pinched her jaws so she opened her mouth for him to see it fill up with his seed. She swirled her tongue around the liquid, the musky, salty taste not as unpleasant as she expected.
”Hold it there, Ame. I want you to learn to love the taste of my cum. You’re going to love it, and need it, and want it everyday.” He watched her a moment longer as she coated her tongue and mouth with his cum before he allowed her to swallow it, with the slightest moment of hesitation. He smiled down at her and stroked her silky hair gently before he got up off the bed. She sat up on her knees, unsure what to do now that their lust had been satiated.
”Carter…” She started.
”I need to get to my afternoon classes and practice. We can talk about this tonight.” Carter leaned over and gave her a kiss on the top of her head like he had so many times before and left the room to get ready. “Don’t clean my cum from your cunt, slut. I want you to feel me in you all day.”
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